Poetry in Motion
I had grasped God's garment in the void
but my hand slipped
on the rich silk of it.
The 'everlasting arms' my sister loved to remember
must have upheld my leaden weight
from falling, even so,
for though I claw at empty air and feel
nothing, no embrace,
I have not plummeted.
"Suspended" from Evening Train by Denise Levertov. Copyright © 1992. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.